An Alpha's Jealousy (Narry Storan) (Book One)

Chapter Six: Part Two

"I agree," I show Lou my board. "Thanks for every thing, Lou bear."

"Why, you're very welcome, Hazzy baby," Louis coos as he pats the board affectionally; we share a grin before turning our attention to our lockers.

"Hey, Haz?" I turn my attention from the metal in front of me to turbulent seas; but, instead of speaking, Lou averts his eyes as if not wanting me to see the conflict he was fighting inside-conflict that radiated from his eyes.

Stomping my foot, I regain Lou's attention and, after writing my response, show Lou my board: "You can ask me any thing, Lou; I promise I won't get angry."

"Why..." Louis begins but lets his sentence trail off before releasing a sigh, clenching his fists, and meeting my gaze head-on. "Why do you like Adrian? And I don't mean in the "buddy" way, but in the way you act: all blushy and girly and such."

"That's the pot calling the kettle black when it comes to girly," I write on my board before showing Lou, who let out a dramatic gasp as he playfully widened his eyes in shock. "But, to answer your question, I like Adrian because, well, he embodies every thing love should be: he's kind, sweet, considerate, gentle, loving-every thing love's suppose to be. He's not dominant, or cruel, or disrespectful- he's every thing love should be like. That's why I like him."

Lou stares at my board for a long time before finally meeting my eyes with gleaming eyes and a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

"Oh, I see." Louis replies as he turns his head and begins putting his items in his locker, clearly enjoying the blood flowing through my cheeks to my ears.

"Here we go," I silently sigh as I brace myself for the ruthless teasing Lou would subject me to, and I don't have to wait long before Lou turns to me.

"So, you do like him," Louis' smirk and eyes matched the description of "sadistic" very well.

Very well, indeed.

Letting a silent groan escape my lips, I bang my forehead on my closed locker.

"No preparation will ever stop me from being embarrassed by Lou's antics," I internally acknowledge the pointless of my actions as I raise my head and give Lou a beseeching look. "Like that's going to do any thing."

As if reading my mind, Lou merely allows the wicked smile, which had hints of teeth, to grow across his lips.

"Nu-uh, Hazza," Louis chides as he waggles his index finger. "Now that I've gotten the juicy leak I've been seeking, you aren't going to be spared."

"What is he? A reporter investigating a new celebrity?" I silently wondered before dismissing the thought. "What am I saying? Of course he's a reporter, and I'm the damned celebrity."

Feeling shivers trace their cold fingers down my back, I surrender myself to my demise as I begin walking down the hallway with Lou at my side.

"So, Harry, what ever parts do you like about Adrian?" I let his question go unanswered as I all but throw myself into my chair and lay my head on my desk before closing my eyes, hoping my appearance would delay Lou's interrogation.

It didn't.

"You can't fool me, Harry," There's a smirk in Louis voice as he continues with his teasing. "or, should I say    Mr. Styles?"

Releasing another silently groan, I seek for rescue and find it in Liam, who had his nose stuck in a book as his eyes languidly scanned the page; standing up abruptly, I quickly walk over to Liam before plopping into the empty desk besides his.